To make a long story short, my husband and I met a friend visiting from out of town for dinner last night (at a Japanese Steak House). It was an awful night. The service and food were terrible, and I think the hibachi grills scared the crap out of ds, because he wouldn't stop screaming unless we took him outside (and he is always very well behaved in restaraunts)... We took shifts standing outside and I had my food put in a box to go.

So anyway, after this terrible night, we got home and my husband says to me...

"Ya know, I really wish we just had Ryan (our friend) over here for dinner, and took the money we spent tonight to buy some more cloth diapers!"